Dallen Thayne
The 102nd Task Force
[member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Sean Ailín"] [member="Alena Reckar"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Lady Kay"]
Dallen looked out at the training grounds as he walked about the temporary complex the Task Force had set up in preparation for the incursion against Sith presences in the neutral territories. Senator Sannes had pulled through like he had promised after they met (in progress) following the more fruitless senate hearing. Echani mercenaries were drilling all the soldiers of the Task Force, the new recruits into the battlegroup receiving special attention to bring them to an acceptable level for the dangerous operations ahead. Adding into the shield suits and echani vibroblades the Senator had helped him acquire left the Republic Commander feeling a tad indebted to the representative of Eshan.
Still, Eshan had ample compensation for it. Senator Teigra was also someone the officer was reminding himself to work hard to thank. The arms committee member had been an enormous aid in getting things along and organizing equipment transfers. Former Admiral Quee also deserved thanks for his support for the movement as well as putting together starfighter contracts together with the display they put on together. All of these people had worked hard in order to put the campaign together. Looking back to the Hammerhead Cruiser, the Testament, settled behind him at the edge of the exercise field, Dallen pushed up his glasses as the thought of ensuring victory against whatever enemy they came across took hold in his mind.
Too many people had worked hard for this operation to come together to let down.
Especially with the response the Supreme Commander's office had given when permission to conduct the campaign was given. Rather than be willing to meet in person to discuss matters and run everything down, all the Captain had received was a go ahead from the office. It was far too offhand to mean much more than there was little faith in matters. Perhaps a political precaution by the Supreme Commander to keep the public from losing faith in the administration if the operation wasn't attached to him.
Nevertheless, Dallen had every intention for the Campaign to turn out even for the Republic at the very least, if not dominate whatever enemy the operation encountered completely. The Republic Commander had full faith in matters though, the fleet was fully equipped, with a support tender group of repair craft and a medical frigate, the Testament itself acting as flagship supported by three other cruisers and one of the Republic's best designed carriers a Centurion, the Herald, which was a reassuring factor.
However, it was the site on the training field that made the officer feel every confidence. The Echani mercenaries were warriors of Eshan, fully trained in their people's combat style. Now the soldiers of the 102nd, in the Task Force's full armor, were being run through as many drills and exercise those trainers could put them through in the time they had. Of course the new recruits and even regulars couldn't get on par with Echani Warriors in such short time, but they would undoubtedly all become more skilled in hand to hand and melee combat before they shipped out. Not to mention they would certainly have more stamina and be a bit more flexible with all the rigors they were being put through.
Still, there were some things he wished the group had. A surprise especially he wanted to develop into his battle strategy. . . .perhaps the arms committee, or even the smuggler who had accompanied the group, [member="Reen Lorgon"] , might be able to help him with that if he found him. If not, well there were the Jedi who had joined the Task Force, neither he knew personally, but who he had no doubt were capable and would likely make a large difference in the time to come. Until then though, Dallen sighed and adjusted his glasses as he looked over the datapad in his hand. Before they departed he had to review maintenance on the ships and the readiness of the soldiers.
Dallen looked out at the training grounds as he walked about the temporary complex the Task Force had set up in preparation for the incursion against Sith presences in the neutral territories. Senator Sannes had pulled through like he had promised after they met (in progress) following the more fruitless senate hearing. Echani mercenaries were drilling all the soldiers of the Task Force, the new recruits into the battlegroup receiving special attention to bring them to an acceptable level for the dangerous operations ahead. Adding into the shield suits and echani vibroblades the Senator had helped him acquire left the Republic Commander feeling a tad indebted to the representative of Eshan.
Still, Eshan had ample compensation for it. Senator Teigra was also someone the officer was reminding himself to work hard to thank. The arms committee member had been an enormous aid in getting things along and organizing equipment transfers. Former Admiral Quee also deserved thanks for his support for the movement as well as putting together starfighter contracts together with the display they put on together. All of these people had worked hard in order to put the campaign together. Looking back to the Hammerhead Cruiser, the Testament, settled behind him at the edge of the exercise field, Dallen pushed up his glasses as the thought of ensuring victory against whatever enemy they came across took hold in his mind.
Too many people had worked hard for this operation to come together to let down.
Especially with the response the Supreme Commander's office had given when permission to conduct the campaign was given. Rather than be willing to meet in person to discuss matters and run everything down, all the Captain had received was a go ahead from the office. It was far too offhand to mean much more than there was little faith in matters. Perhaps a political precaution by the Supreme Commander to keep the public from losing faith in the administration if the operation wasn't attached to him.
Nevertheless, Dallen had every intention for the Campaign to turn out even for the Republic at the very least, if not dominate whatever enemy the operation encountered completely. The Republic Commander had full faith in matters though, the fleet was fully equipped, with a support tender group of repair craft and a medical frigate, the Testament itself acting as flagship supported by three other cruisers and one of the Republic's best designed carriers a Centurion, the Herald, which was a reassuring factor.
However, it was the site on the training field that made the officer feel every confidence. The Echani mercenaries were warriors of Eshan, fully trained in their people's combat style. Now the soldiers of the 102nd, in the Task Force's full armor, were being run through as many drills and exercise those trainers could put them through in the time they had. Of course the new recruits and even regulars couldn't get on par with Echani Warriors in such short time, but they would undoubtedly all become more skilled in hand to hand and melee combat before they shipped out. Not to mention they would certainly have more stamina and be a bit more flexible with all the rigors they were being put through.
Still, there were some things he wished the group had. A surprise especially he wanted to develop into his battle strategy. . . .perhaps the arms committee, or even the smuggler who had accompanied the group, [member="Reen Lorgon"] , might be able to help him with that if he found him. If not, well there were the Jedi who had joined the Task Force, neither he knew personally, but who he had no doubt were capable and would likely make a large difference in the time to come. Until then though, Dallen sighed and adjusted his glasses as he looked over the datapad in his hand. Before they departed he had to review maintenance on the ships and the readiness of the soldiers.